How this place happened
We came from Canada more than ten years ago on a trip that was only supposed to last two weeks. Something about these mountains got in the way of the return flight. We stayed, found this hillside above San Ramón, and started clearing it ourselves.
Daniel cut and framed most of the cabins by hand. The railing on the first one is woven from monkey vine that grows wild along the trail to the river, he's replaced it twice since, vine doesn't last forever outdoors. Tila runs the kitchen; what she cooks follows what's ripe that week: coffee, cacao, bananas, plantains, vanilla, avocado, citrus, yuca, quequisque, chayote, ayote. The menu changes with the harvest, not a calendar. The hillside is also full of wild ginger, nightshades, and flowering plants that change with the season. Daniel bakes his own bread, makes natural yoghurt, and experiments with small-batch spirits from local fruit. On occasion there's pulque.
San Ramón is a small town and we live in it. Neighbors bring us produce we don't grow ourselves, and every so often we spend an afternoon planting trees on the parts of the hillside that were cleared long before we got here. If you're staying more than a night or two and want to help, ask, we're always glad for the extra hands.










